"Daddy, I want you to hug." the steamed stuffed bun suddenly stretched out his hand with Mu Qingyu.

Mu Qingyu was slightly stunned and stared at his son thoughtfully.

Since he woke up from the hospital, the son didn't take the initiative to let him hold him. What's going on today?

"Dad, don't you want to hold me?" the steamed stuffed bun blinked, with a little injured expression on his face.

Mu Qingyu could not stand his son's eyes. He squatted down, opened his arms and picked up his son. He said curiously, "why do you suddenly want to be held by dad?"

The steamed stuffed bun took a bite of ice cream and looked normal. "I'm daddy's son. Is it strange for daddy to hold me?"

Mu Qingyu choked and didn't know how to talk to his son.

Yes, they are his children. It's normal to be angry. He likes it. He's willing to pet it.

"Aunt Zhang, can I take a bite of your ice cream?" the steamed stuffed bun suddenly turned and looked at Zhang xiaorou.

Zhang xiaorou was stunned. She looked at her ice cream and the mouth of the steamed stuffed bun. A touch of disgust flashed in her eyes.

She really doesn't like little things touching her ice cream.

But before the words of refusal came out, she saw that Mu Qingyu's face was not good. It seems to be asking her why her children can't taste her ice cream.

Not wanting to make Mu Qingyu suspect, Zhang xiaorou had to bite her teeth, took a step forward and sent the ice cream to the mouth of the steamed stuffed bun.

At the moment, the corner of his mouth pulled up and pulled out a cunning smile. While lowering his head and biting the ice cream in Zhang xiaorou's hand, he sent his ice cream to Zhang xiaorou's mouth.

However, he was lowering his head. The ice cream must not touch Zhang xiaorou's mouth.

Gorgeous, the ice cream touched Zhang xiaorou's face.

"Mu Xinglan, what's the matter with you?" Zhang xiaorou was shocked by the ice, revealing her nature and directly questioned the child.

Steamed stuffed bun raised his head, released his hand in panic and apologized again and again: "aunt, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

However, when he apologized, the ice cream in his hand fell directly on Zhang xiaorou's clothes.

In one second, Zhang xiaorou's clothes were stained with ice cream.

Zhang xiaorou's mood can be imagined. She stared round her eyes, stared at the steamed stuffed bun angrily, and said angrily, "look at you, my clothes!"

The little steamed stuffed bun who can dress up as a white lotus directly hugged Mu Qingyu's neck, lowered his voice and said with a cry: "Dad, I didn't mean it. I just want to be polite. My aunt's clothes are dirty, so she'll hit me."

"Auntie, I'm sorry, don't be angry with my brother. My brother didn't mean to. Just hit me if you want to. Don't hit my brother." little Lori threw away the ice cream, immediately grabbed Zhang xiaorou's skirt, pouted and looked at her pitifully.

At this moment, the two children preemptively performed the essence of the white lotus.

Zhang xiaorou took the move passively and could only cry at Mu Qingyu, "Qingyu, what should I do?"

Children and women, who do you ask Mu Qingyu to choose now?

Mu Qingyu will not hesitate to choose his two treasures.

I saw a haze on the man's face, staring at Zhang xiaorou with great displeasure, "the child is for you. You even quarrel with the child."

Zhang xiaorou: "

For her good? Those two little things just make it clear whether she is good or not. First dirty her face and then dirty her clothes.

What now? How can she play in the playground in dirty clothes.

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